Nunca É Tarde
Cidade Verde Sounds System
It's Never Too Late
That it's never too late, boy
To turn the record
To change your luck
To take the risk
What is not mine, I don't erase
But if it's for me
There won't be pain
I don't wait, I confiscate
Boy, see if you stop this
To fall from the sky onto your plate is difficult
That's why I insist
Better to get tired of my face
Than not to be seen
Knock on the gate for it to open for you
Since you know what I went through to become a man, I'll tell you
What comes for free doesn't bring pride to the race
I'm on the trail of my dream like a hunting dog
Easy has never been like I said before
Ghetto kid ganja since I was 16
In the movement, sometimes buying, sometimes selling
Out in the street, together just one element
Bar fights, I won, sea water
I drank too much thirst and sometimes I lost
But I didn't let the tent structure bend
I met Rastafari who changed my life
My family with brothers in partnership
I remember Julio, Coala, Paulinho, us every day
No trouble, I seek the light more and more
Running together always with those who made me more
You say it's not possible to go back, that's fine
Leave the regret for the end of the train track
That it's never too late, boy
To turn the record
To change your luck
To take the risk
What is not mine, I don't erase
But if it's for me
There won't be pain
I don't wait, I confiscate
Boy, see if you stop this
To fall from the sky onto your plate is difficult
That's why I insist
Better to get tired of my face
Than not to be seen
I talk in this life that I'm always a learner
To see the palm always in front of my nose
I won't take the talk to those unhappy paths
And if the wind decides to change sides, what do you say?
Like if in the desert a fountain appears
Like if the hawk loses the battle to an apprentice
If the turtle beats the rabbit by a hair
If the branch starts to put order in the main
Luck comes from a donkey and bad luck from a Honda Bis
If everything starts to go as it should
If it's time to settle the score with the judge
Face to face, tête-à-tête, vis a vis
Loaded with driving force
Having a papaya and cassis ice cream
Watching the fall of the Auschwitz regime
Making those who want to see you beg please run
I remember what my father, Mr. Luiz, used to say
If you're going to fall off the horse, pull the reins hard, that's what I did
That it's never too late, boy
To turn the record
To change your luck
To take the risk
What is not mine, I don't erase
But if it's for me
There won't be pain
I don't wait, I confiscate
Boy, see if you stop this
To fall from the sky onto your plate is difficult
That's why I insist
Better to get tired of my face
Than not to be seen
